Raven Night Book Review

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

When she was little she wished to be a princess. Now as a teenager she just wishes she fit in. But Shanice doesn't feel like she belongs, she never has.

When her parents tell her she is the last known princess from another world, it all makes sense. A world full of magic in place of technology. One where she is more than just royalty, she is their last chance to stop the one who is bent on destroying it. Mendina.

But she can't do it alone, first she must find the other missing royals. In her quest, Shanice will be forced to choose between the course prophecy set for her, and the one that leads to the man her heart belongs to.Review:This story starts with the main character Shanice at school being bullied. Someone puts a food bomb in her locker the result is Shanice being covered in mustard, ketchup and pickles. Later in class she hears a voice in her head it tells her " Come home, child. Your time is near. We need you here. Please, Shanice." that ends in her leaving school. But instead of going home she goes to the stables to ride star her horse and one of her best friends. Once there Valentino, friend number two, walks in and end up riding together and race to a broken gate. She wins and gets there first. Star is unsure of the gate so Shanice gets down to look at the gate. She look to see if there is anything on the other side of the gate, but when she goes to touch it Valentino screams don't and jumps from his horse and rushes toward Shanice. He then tells her it's said to be haunted she knows he's lying, but brushes it off. The next day on her birthday her parents act strange. Making her breakfast in bed and going to pick up jewelry for her. Later in the morning the voice is back telling her "Your time has come, love. It's time to come home". A little later they are eating breakfast again when Valentino comes in and they tell her she is going home, but back to her real home. The one that her and Valentino are from. The one she had no idea about. I enjoyed this book and loved the characters. If you like fantasy and lots of adventure. A main character that goes from being bullied to kicking ass. Then you'll love this book. I give this book five stars for a great adventure.

Wednesday, September 2, 2015

His touch spirals through me, warm and sweet, wicked and hot. I shouldn’t trust him. I shouldn’t tell him my secrets. But how do I not when he is the reason I breathe? He is what I need.

At the young age of eighteen, tragedy and a dark secret force Lara to flee all she has known and loves to start a new life. Now years later, with a new identity as Amy, she’s finally dared to believe she is forgotten–even if she cannot forget. But just when she lets down her guard, the ghosts of her past are quick to punish her, forcing her back on the run. On a plane, struggling to face the devastation of losing everything again and starting over, Amy meets Liam Stone, a darkly entrancing recluse billionaire, who is also a brilliant, and famous, prodigy architect. A man who knows what he wants and goes after it. And what he wants is Amy. Refusing to take “no” as an answer, he sweeps her into a passionate affair, pushing her to her erotic limits. He wants to possess her. He makes her want to be possessed. Liam demands everything from her, accepting nothing less. But what if she is too devastated by tragedy to know when he wants more than she should give? And what if there is more to Liam than meets the eyes?ReviewI first came across Lisa Renee Jones when I read her inside out series and fell in love with her writing. She has a way of getting your attention and keeping it throughout the book and let me just say you will want the next book with you. Escaping Reality is one of those books that from the first page will have you hooked. There is a mystery that will keep you guessing and the relationship between Liam and Amy is intense and intoxicating. I give this book five stars for a book that will have you captivated.

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Author Interview

The gods, makers of worlds, seek to create balance — between matter and energy; and between mortals who strive toward the transcendent, and the natural perils they must tame or overcome. But one of the gods fashions a world filled with hellish creatures far too powerful to allow balance; he is condemned to live for eternity with his most hateful creations in that world’s distant Bourne, restrained by a magical veil kept vital by the power of song.Millennia pass, awareness of the hidden danger fades to legend, and both song and veil weaken. And the most remote cities are laid waste by fell, nightmarish troops escaped from the Bourne. Some people dismiss the attacks as mere rumor. Instead of standing against the real threat, they persecute those with the knowledge, magic and power to fight these abominations, denying the inevitability of war and annihilation. And the evil from the Bourne swells...The troubles of the world seem far from the Hollows where Tahn Junell struggles to remember his lost childhood and to understand words he feels compelled to utter each time he draws his bow. Trouble arrives when two strangers — an enigmatic man wearing the sigil of the feared Order of Sheason and a beautiful woman of the legendary Far — come, to take Tahn, his sister and his two best friends on a dangerous, secret journey.Tahn knows neither why nor where they will go. He knows only that terrible forces have been unleashed upon mankind and he has been called to stand up and face that which most daunts him—his own forgotten secrets and the darkness that would destroy him and his world.My Interview

1.Is there anything that is in your life that influenced this story?

Years ago I had a long conversation with David Morrell about the degree to which all fiction is autobiography. I’ve found most writers hate this notion, except to say that life in general has made them who they are. Then, in turn, part of who they are is a writer, so, indirectly, life has influenced their work.

Maybe that’s sufficient. I don’t know. But it’s also true that I’ve met writers who write overtly about topics in the real world that are important to them, infusing their fiction with personal feelings and beliefs.

For me, there’s no explicit tie between the real world and my fiction. I’ve no agenda. I don’t even start with theme. Though theme often happens.

But all that said, it’d be shortsighted not to acknowledge that my love of music didn’t influence the series. I’ve developed a music magic system. So, not hard to figure that one out.

And back to David Morrell, I have, in fact, found that sometimes, in retrospect, there are pieces of my life that have found their way into the work. For instance, while I’m no psychologist, when I started a family of my own, the value of life leapt off the charts in my own worldview. I’ve wondered if that didn’t—at least in part—factor into some of the plotlines in the series that have to do with abandoned children, human trafficking, and the like, that weave through the books. I don’t think actively about issues when I write. But, as I say, I’ve wondered if my subconscious is doing its thing there.

2. What authors did you enjoy reading in your childhood?

Well, I read a thing or two by Wilson Rawls. I adored (and still do) Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I read some Hardy Boys stuff. Also, Chose Your Own Adventure.

3. Which part of your book did you enjoy writing most?

Lately, it’s the quiet moments. You know Faulkner’s whole “human heart in conflict with itself” thing? Yeah, that. Don’t get me wrong. Battles are the awesome. I loves me some of my own music magic, too. But those scenes where characters make irrevocable choices. Which can come in battle, and with magic, and all such goodness. Those moments are like islands of bitter joy.

4. At what point in your life did you know you wanted to be an author?

I think I was in sixth grade. Wrote a play for my elementary school. It was a mystery. Ultimately, me and my co-writer wound up turning it into a melodrama, complete with strobe lights. Was awesome.

5. What character did you enjoy writing the most?

For me, it’s more about the scene. I’ve loved writing every character in the books, but I most enjoy writing them based on the scene itself. They each have high points, in terms of the enjoyment of the writing. Goes back to that “quiet moments” thing I mentioned above. All that said, I do have a character who’s a bit of a smartass. Him I like quite a lot, just because he’s got no filter. I, on the other hand, have a finely developed filter. I’ve had to, you see, because I’m a contrarian. And that used to get me into all kinds of trouble. You don’t want to know.

6. What do you do to get motivated to sit down and start writing?

I get up. Sounds glib, yeah? But really, I have a demanding day job, a family, and I’m a musician besides. I can’t really afford the luxury of motivation. I get up at 3:30 a.m., go in, down one of those shot-sized energy drinks, do a couple of minutes of Facebook to be sure the world didn’t stop, and then go to it. Not a particularly glamorous answer, that. But there you go.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Author: Maeve Greyson
Publisher: Loveswept
Series: Highland Hearts # 1
Genre: Time Travel RomanceExpected out on March 24th As the proprietor of a homeopathic store in rural Kentucky, Trulie Sinclair knows that her neighbors think she’s strange—but they have no idea how strange she really is. Trulie was born in Scotland in the thirteenth century to a line of time-traveling Highlanders. When Trulie’s grandmother convinces her to return to their homeland,Trulie jumps back in time, right onto the powerful chest of Gray MacKenna. Just as his steely good looks send ripples through her body, their fierce attraction will send ripples through the ages.After his parents murdered, Gray is consumed by thoughts of revenge. As the new chieftain of the MacKenna clan, he has reason to believe that there’s a traitor in his midst, and nothing—not even the bonny lass who suddenly drops from the sky—can distract him from his single-minded pursuit of the culprit. But when Gray learns that this sassy beauty possesses gifts beyond the sparkle in her eye, he allows his gaze, and his heart, to linger. While he hunts for the murderer, Gray finds in Trulie a precious companion—and a timeless love. Review:This is book one in the series and it focuses on Trulie and her Grandmother. They are time runners and Trulie's grandmother has decided it is time to go from Kentucky in the twenty-first century to Scotland-the highlands Thirteenth Century. Trulie is not happy about it and does not want to go at first but her grandmother tells her its her last jump. When Trulie agrees to go they leave her three sisters in Kentucky with the oldest, Kenna, in charge of Lilia and Mairi. When Trulie and her granny jump and come out on the other side Trulie lands on someone and that someone is Gray MacKenna the clan chieftain. Its funny at this point because when Trulie lands on Gray his second in command Colum thinks the clouds are rainin women. A definite laugh out loud moment for me. I give this book five stars it will make you laugh, cry, and have your emotions all over the place.

Tempest's FuryAuthor: Alicia MichaelsPublisher: Marion PressGenre: FantasySeries: The Lost Kingdom of Fallada Gretchen Thomas isn’t exactly princess material. She’s not thin, perky, graceful, or refined. So, when a mysterious man claiming to be from another world appears, telling her that she’s royalty, her first instinct is to laugh in his face. However, his assertion that she’s from this strange parallel realm rings true—especially given the freakish abilities she’s had since childhood.

Yet, with that knowledge comes a set of expectations Gretchen isn’t sure she can live up to. With an entire kingdom relying on her to fight for them against an evil queen, and a long lost family hoping to reunite with her, being a princess doesn’t seem like all it’s cracked up to be. One thing is for sure; when the war between good and evil spills over from one realm into another, disrupting her life and threatening the brother who raised her, Gretchen will not hesitate to unleash the powerful storm brewing inside of her. Review:First I want to say thank you to Alicia Michaels for giving me a chance to review this book. This is book four in the series and the story gets better and better as it goes. I love this series and its characters. There is a new princess in every book and each one is stronger then the last. Gretchen is the new princess in this book and the sister to Selena the princess from book one. Gretchen is picked on by her classmates and is tired of it. She just wants to be normal and have a normal life. But that's not going to happen when evil is coming to town. Being such a fantastic book I give it five stars . Thank you Alicia for a such a great series.

Cassandra Burton wants to study medicine, surgery, healing, and everything related to the human body and its mysteries—and she's willing to rob graves to do it! But a lady can meet dark and dangerous characters lurking around the cemetery. And who could be more fascinating than Rafael Villar, Lord Vampire of London? If she could study his physiology, she could learn so much that would help humans. After all, he’s immortal—and Cassandra is now his prisoner…

Until she gets close enough to touch

As if Rafael didn’t have enough to worry about, with a rebellion brewing and his allies out of reach, now he’s confronted by a beautiful, fearless lady who wants to heal the scars he's borne for centuries. He can’t keep her, and he can’t let her go, and worst of all, he’s every bit as intrigued by her as she is by him.

Review: This book takes place in 1823 starting with Cassandra Burton, Dowager Countess of Rosslyn, in the St. Pancras Cemetery, in London. She's there to dig up a body for her laboratory to gain to skills required to become a doctor. She finds a two day old body to dig up. When she starts to plunge the shovel in the ground she tells herself I'm not afraid. When a sinister voice pierced her consciousness and tells her she should be. Only she knows this voice to be Rafael Villar, an exotic Mediterranean man, a man that has haunted her dreams since the night she met him. He has a scared face on the left side and only one functioning arm. She is going to ask him the reason for his presence when she sees his eyes glowing. He drew back to reveal white fangs. Before she can scream or run, with impossible speed, he grabs her shoulder and pulls her to him then he bites her. This story is like beauty and the beast but in this story the beast bites back. I give this five stars for a great read.

“If one desires a task accomplished correctly, one must do it herself.” Cassandra Burton, Dowager Countess of Rosslyn, repeated the litany as she pulled the rickety little wagon through the moonlit aisle of tombstones.

She shivered under her velvet cloak. Her fingers had long since gone numb with the effort of navigating the dratted conveyance over uneven ground and across slippery, damp grass. Shovels and pry bars clanked across the wagon’s worn pine boards. The winch rattled on its frame.

Something flickered across the corner of her vision.

Cassandra jumped. She stopped and rubbed her gloved hands together for warmth, surveying the graveyard. The area was still and silent as…well, a tomb. Yet the chill in her spine refused to abate. A scornful frown turned her lips at such irrational behavior. Ghosts were an illogical figment of uneducated imaginations, and no one could possibly have business out here at this hour…except herself.

“Worthless curs,” Cassandra whispered in as haughty a tone as she could manage.

If only the men to whom she’d offered a more-than-generous sum to perform this troublesome task had done their duty, rather than disappearing. She shook her head. If not for their unreasonable negligence, she would now be comfortably ensconced in her laboratory unraveling the secrets of the human body…not out in this cold, dreary place, jumping at shadows.

Surveying the newest graves, she read the dates to decide which would be the best specimen. The mysterious disappearance of her hired hands nagged at her. Could a murderer be on the loose? She shook her head and pulled the folds of her cloak tighter. No, by now the authorities would have found their bodies and the news would be sensationalized in The Times.

They were cowards, but she was not. To prove her lack of fear, Cassandra halted her wagon and fetched out a shovel. Her hands trembled nervously as she grasped the wooden handle.

Removing the dead from their graves was illegal. If a constable caught her, she’d be sent directly to Fleet Prison. A fresh surge of trepidation curled in her belly.

Exhuming a corpse was quite a different matter from having one ready on her operating table. As objective as she tried to be, the prospect of removing the body from its carefully arranged resting place by winching it out of the ground and loading it onto her cart was undeniably gruesome. However, gruesome or not, Cassandra needed a specimen to continue her work. And she would acquire it, no matter how much her nerves protested.

Despite being barred from official education as a physician because of her sex, Cassandra was determined to learn the skills required to become a doctor. That included studying human anatomy, and for that, she required cadavers.

Returning to the graves, she made her selection. Alfred Lumley, born September first, 1801; died September twenty-sixth, 1823. Two days ago Alfred had been a living twenty-two-year-old man, three years younger than herself. Whether or not he’d been healthy, she would soon determine. A pang of sorrow struck her heart. His soul is in heaven, she reminded herself. A mere shell remains. A shell that will help me to aid the living.

She raised the shovel, ready to plunge it into the soft soil. “I am not afraid. I am not.”

“You should be.” A sinister, accented voice pierced her consciousness.

The shovel fell from her nerveless fingers, thudding onto the cold ground.

Cassandra knew that voice; it had the rich, dark cadence that had haunted her dreams since the night she’d first met him. She spun around, the hood of her cloak falling to her shoulders.

Rafael Villar stepped out from behind a mausoleum. The shadows embraced his bronze skin, obscuring the scars on the left side of his face while moonlight highlighted his exotic features on the right.

Known as “the Spaniard,” Villar had been an infamous pugilist in Cheapside despite having only one functioning arm. The eccentric and wealthy Duke of Burnrath was his sponsor. Cassandra had often encountered Villar at Burnrath House when attending the duchess’s literary circles. Right away she’d suspected that there was more to the relationship between Rafael and Their Graces. And she’d been utterly and completely fascinated by him.

When the duke and duchess departed for the Continent to travel, Villar had leased Burnrath House. By all accounts he was rich as a nabob. For the remainder of the Season, Don Villar was all the ton could gossip about. But when months passed without the Spaniard making the slightest attempt to join Society, he wasforgotten. Cassandra would have forgotten him as well, if it weren’t for those damned dreams. Now he stood before her in the most unexpected place and at the most inconvenient time.

Good Lord, will he turn me in to the authorities?

She opened her mouth to ask the reason for his presence, but the words caught in her throat when she saw that his amber eyes were glowing like a funeral pyre. His sensuous lips—lips she’d unreasonably dreamed of kissing—drew back to reveal white, even teeth…with two gleaming fangs for incisors.

Before she could scream or flee, Don Villar’s fiery gaze widened, then narrowed in recognition. “You! You’ve been the one disturbing my people?”

“Y-your people?” Cassandra stammered, staring raptly at those sharp fangs. She’d certainly never seen those during their previous encounters. Her heart leaped into her throat in dawning horror. This man was not human.

His lips curled back in a sneer, puckering the scars on the left side of his face. “Don’t play coy with me, Countess.” The word was filled with disdain. “Some of my subordinates reported hunters disturbing their lairs.” He gestured at the mausoleum behind him. “It is hard to fathom that you’re behind this, though I should have guessed. Is that why you befriended the Duchess of Burnrath?”

“I haven’t the slightest idea what you are going on about. I came here to… Well, it is no concern of yours.” A wave of indignation bolstered her courage. How dare he speak of her most treasured friendship in such a manner? How dare he accuse her of duplicity when he stood before her sporting unnatural teeth and luminescent eyes? And of what exactly was he accusing her? “What does Her Grace have to do with this?” Cassandra took a shaky step back. “And, in the name of heaven, what are you?”

In a blink of an eye, Rafael stood inches from her. With the same impossible speed, he grasped her shoulder, pulling her close against him. Dizziness swarmed her mind at the feel of his firm heat and his intoxicating scent of forbidden spices. His crippled left arm moved lightly around her waist, his fingers delicately brushing across her lower back. The heady combination of rough and gentle made her tremble.

His eyes locked on hers. “I will show you, Countess.”

Then his mouth was on her neck, firm lips caressing the sensitive flesh, somehow more intimate than anything she’d experienced during her ill-fated marriage. Cassandra melted against him, tangling her fingersin his silken hair.

Sharp pain exploded in her throat as his fangs broke her skin. Cassandra cried out and tried to push him away, but his iron-like right arm mercilessly held her immobile. The pain took flight, and drugging pleasure fluttered within her belly. A low moan escaped her throat as she pulled him closer. Liquid desire pulsed between her thighs. Whatever this was, she needed more, craved it with mindless longing.

Rafael pulled away, muttering a foreign curse. “You’re a grave robber?” Lifting his finger to his mouth, he pierced his flesh with one pearly fang and then gently touched the wound on her throat. The soft touch was juxtaposed by his blazing eyes and furious snarl.

She barely heard his words as her eyes locked on those deadly fangs. Cassandra froze as realization shook her to the core. He wiped her neck with a handkerchief. In confirmation of her suspicions, blood spotted the snowy cloth like an accusation.

“Vampire,” she gasped, struggling to breathe. The foundations of her scientific beliefs quaked within her consciousness. Fairy tales were not true, and magic was not real. Yet here he stood, ready to devour her blood and perhaps her soul. Terror gripped her heart like ice.

The creature that should not exist outside of myth nodded. “Yes, but you will not remember the fact.”

His eyes glowed brighter, capturing her gaze. The intensity caused a fresh wave of dizziness, but Cassandra fought it off. The vampire stood like a statue, continuing to stare at her in a most unnerving manner.

After an endless moment, she shook her head and took another wary step back. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Villar blinked and the fire dimmed from his gaze. An explosion of Spanish expletives came out in a growl as he seized her arm. “I apologize, Countess. You’ll have to come with me.”

“C-come with you where?” Cassandra stammered in confusion, trying to pull away. He’d already bitten her and drunk her blood. What more could he want? “Why? And f-for how long?”

“I am taking you to Burnrath House,” Rafael snarled through clenched teeth. “I have no choice but to place you under arrest until I can determine what to do with you.”

***

Rafe bit back another growl. Madre de Dios, why did the mysterious intruder have to be her? The Countess of Rosslyn was the only mortal in over three centuries to have gotten under his skin, and he still did not know why. And why did she have to be one of the rare individuals immune to mesmerism?

He’d wanted a brief moment to punish her for being a nuisance to him yet again. He’d wanted to punish her, to show her the folly in seeking out a monster, before banishing her memory. It was the worst of luck that the first mortal he’d deliberately revealed himself to was impervious to his power.

“Arrest?” Lady Rosslyn struggled in his grip, her warm flesh slipping beneath his grasp on the sleeve of her cloak, drawing his attention back to the vexing situation at hand. “Are you a constable?”

“Constable? Hardly. I am Lord of this city.” He held her fast.

“Lord? Of all of London? Whatever do you mean?” The countess tried once more to pull away. “And what of my wagon?”

Rafe tugged her closer before she could trip over a gravestone. “Damn it, woman. Devil take your wagon! You fail to grasp the severity of this situation.”

Truly, it would have been a simple matter had he succeeded in clearing the woman’s mind of the memory. Hell, it still would have been simple if the woman hadn’t been her. Not when her sweet, rich taste lay thick on his tongue. Not when her intoxicating scent of rose petals and woman engulfed his senses.

“Well, of course I do not grasp the situation!” Lady Rosslyn exclaimed, maddeningly oblivious to the tentative hold he had on his temper. “You have failed to explain it! First, I had no idea that vampires existed outside fiction. Furthermore, I have no notion why one would arrest me for exhuming a corpse for my studies. I am fully aware that my actions are illegal, but the logic eludes me as to how that should mean anything to you.”

Rafe sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, biting back a stream of curses. Conversing with humans had never been his strong suit, but talking with Lady Rosslyn was always especially trying. “Your morbid hobby is of no concern to me. I had mistakenly believed you were hunting my people. You’re fortunate that my people didn’t take action themselves. That you weren’t beaten bloody by a mob, your house set aflame!”

Rafe closed his eyes, remembering how Ian’s third-in-command and a gang of other vengeful vampires had done exactly that to a prominent surgeon only three years ago. Ian had been apoplectic with rage. If the man’s wife hadn’t been in the country, she would surely have perished. Ian had punished the mob and issued a law that all suspicious mortals were to be handled only by the Lord of London from then on.

“Morbid?” Cassandra repeated, oblivious to the rest of his words. “You drank my blood only moments ago and you call me morbid?” Her sea-green eyes glared up at him from beneath impossibly long lashes. The captivating contact was broken too soon when she shook her head. “Well, if it is a mistake, then why are you arresting me?”

Ah and what a sweet drink it was. Yet somehow her life and memories had been more potent. Rafe usually closed his mind to his victims’ lives when he fed, but in the case of Lady Rosslyn, he had needed to discover what she was up to.

Lady Rosslyn seemed to have been a very busy woman during the last year. She’d had the daring to apply to Oxford, Cambridge, and Saint Bartholomew’s to master the healing arts. All those establishments had turned her away because of her sex. But she did not give up. Instead, she’d set forth with her studies alone, even robbing graves to learn the secrets of the human body.

Rafe sighed. This evening’s events had all been a misunderstanding. Unfortunately, one that could not be rectified. The Elders would not permit her to leave his presence alive.

“It is forbidden for mortals to know of our kind. I attempted to banish your memory of the encounter, but it appears you are immune to my powers. So now you must come with me until…” He trailed off, strangely reluctant to voice the rest aloud.

“Until when?” Her voice emerged in a frightened whimper.

Rafe closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly. Unexpected sorrow churned in his gut at the consequence this encounter would bear.

“Until it is decided whether I kill you or Change you into a vampire.”

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Author: Donna Grant
Publisher: St. Martin's Paperbacks
Pub date: March 17thHe was virile, persuasive, and masculine. His rugged good looks turned heads, but in a suit, he looked dashing and powerful. A combination no woman could ignore. And he was sitting next to her. Lily wanted to run her fingers through his long, dark brown waves and pull his head down for a kiss. And if he didn’t quit looking at her as if he wanted to take her right there, she just might.Lily Ross is taking the first step in building a new life for herself. Still reeling from a relationship that nearly broke her spirit, Lily is wary of her attraction to brawny, brooding Rhys. The passion burning so brightly between them is a potent temptation, but any entanglement is destined to end in disaster. Yet when a spectre from Lily’s past threatens their growing bond, Rhys is forced to choose with his heart, or lose this woman who has become his one chance at salvation... Review:I'm reviewing all three of these parts together. In this book Lily is being pushed even more by her ex, Dennis to find the information he wants. Lily and Rhys finally get together but Lily has a problem Dennis knows and uses it against her. You will see more of Rhi as well as more of her powers shes been hiding in book 2. I give this one five stars.

Pub Date March 24th Lily forgot to breathe. She reacted instantly, desire tightening, coiling within her until her chest heaved. Rhys wasn’t just sexy. He was the god of sex, skilled and proficient in the many ways to bring a woman to her knees with a seductive smile."If I go back in that bed, I wouldn’t ever want to get out."Rhys’ grip tightened on her waist. "Is there anything wrong with that?"As their newfound passion blazes, Rhys is determined to know Lily, body and soul. But as their lust burns hotter, danger looms closer. Yet as Rhys and Lily stand together to protect the growing intensity between them, one troubled past—and a powerful secret—could tear them apart forever… Review: In this part Rhys finds out that Lily is the woman that is being used to gain entrance onto Dreagan and search for the weapon. I give this part five stars.

Pub date March 31They are men of danger, desire, and dragon magic. As old as time itself, this race of shape-shifting warriors have kept the balance of worldly power in check. But when a certain breed of woman enters the picture, the future becomes an unkown entity. . . ReviewIn this part Dennis gets in Dreagon with Lily as planned but he does not let Lily go as hoped. Rhys is forced to go along with it until he can get Lily away. I give it five stars.